The Gentle Maiden and Five Lustful Brothers-Chapter 126: A selfish witch

***BIG SPOILER ALERT FOR ’I WAS KIDNAPPED FOR REVENGE BY A RUTHLESS ALPHA’ IF YOU DON’T WANT A BIG PLOT SPOILER, SKIP THIS Chapter.***

NO SERIOUSLY THIS Chapter IS A BIG SPOILER. DON’T SAY I DIDN’T WARN YOU.

"Well, sounds like we don’t have much time at all." The Maiden spoke with brutal sarcasm breaking the silence.

Arya laughed. And she laughed loudly. The way The Maiden said that killed her.

"Oh man, thanks, I needed that laugh. It’s been all prophecies and death the last week." Arya admits graciously.

"Why did you wait until just now to tell us about the prophecies?" The Mother asked sternly.

"What are you talking about I did, I followed the rules this time and reached out to..." Arya paused and looked over at The Maiden. Her face darkened and static charged the air around them "You never freaking told them, Maiden, are you freaking kidding me!" Arya screamed at the top of her lungs.

The Maiden looked down at her feet and rubbed them in the dirt awkwardly. Guilt creeping into her throat. She knew she was in a shit load of trouble when she glanced around the space seeing three very angry faces glaring at her.

"You, stupid, selfish, immature, bitch. I should beat your stupid little ass." Arya was raging. Not only was she about to get in trouble for not doing something she absolutely did. But she neglected some seriously important information. Information that announced the worlds fate, its possible destruction.

"Crone, I think we might need to reevaluate the role The Maiden is played by. I don’t think she’s mature enough for this role in the coven if she lets petty squabbles affect her duties to this extent." The Mother frowned at the girl; disappointment bore into the girl from the glare given to her by The Mother. "She would have let the world burn just to be petty."

Arya watched silently while her anger boiled inside of her. if only she could get her hands on that witch, she’d wring her skinny little neck.

"I think I have to agree with you, Mother." The Crone was ashamed of The Maiden, embarrassed they let someone unworthy hold that title.

"No, Crone, Mother, please, no." The Maiden begged.

"Not her, not now, we shall deal with this and your actions when we return to the coven." The Crone put her hand up silencing the girl and looked to Arya, "I’d like to meet with the girl that carries a deity in her womb."

"I’ve already had it arranged." Arya states proudly, thinking ahead was her specialty "Tonight before dawn, I’ll meet her in my room and after I’ll bring her here."

"Why didn’t you bring her with you?" The Mother asked her.

"Because she doesn’t know she carries a literal Goddess in her belly, because I don’t how to tell her that, so I waited and was going to make you guys do it and play stupid." Arya shrugged her shoulders.

"Coward" The Maiden growled.

The Mother moved with quick and deliberate precision, raising her hand and slapping the girl across her face "You think you have a right to a voice in this circle after you kept such important information to yourself. Breaking coven code. Don’t speak unless you’ve been spoken too."

The Mother abruptly turned away intentionally whipping the girl in the face with her long chocolate brown hair.

The Maiden stared at The Mother with eyes of hurt and betrayal. The sting fresh on her skin forced a whimper from her. Clearly not used to being struck.

Arya bit her lip while she held back a sneer, it wasn’t the time to be petty. She wasn’t getting in trouble for a change and didn’t want to push it.

"You are a sneaky little girl," The Crone cackled.

"Listen, she’s right, I’m a total coward. I don’t want to scare my friend, break her heart, I just want to support her." Arya confessed.

"That’s not cowardice, that’s compassion. But know that support comes in more than one form. You telling her might scare her less than a circle full of strange powerful witches." The Crone kindly mentions.

Arya thought about it. The Crone did have a point, but at the end of the day she couldn’t tell her best friend the truth. It was easier to make them do it.

"No thanks, you guys do it. I’ll just hold her hand." Arya retorted.

The Maiden scoffed.

The Mother shot The Maiden another warning glare.

Arya was brimming with glee watching that bratty, egotistical, narcissistic hag get her ass chewed out.

"So shall it be" The Crone agreed. We will meet at 5:00am."

The circle was closed, and The Mother grabbed The Maiden by her arm hard jerking her away from the group.

"We will be back for the meeting; I’m going to have a little chat about manners with this one." The Mother dragged The Maiden away before Arya or The Crone could even try and argue with her.

"I really do hate her." The Crone said aloud.

Arya had lost all sense of control when she said that and broke into a hysterical laughter. Tears dripped down her cheeks with how hard she laughed.

"You said it, not me." Arya chuckled some more wiping the tears from her eyes the wetness from her cheeks.

"I didn’t say anything, did you hear me say anything?" The old witch joked.

Arya laughed more and snorted before trying to compose herself and failing miserably.

"Nope." She buttoned her mouth her cheeks bloated holding in a snicker.

"I want you to train harder. With the arrival of a goddess, it means the arrival of something dark, something evil. We will need to prepare and decode the prophecy." The Crone said to her.

"What do you mean, Crone?" Arya asked.

"I have some work to prepare, and some ingredients to gather for another Silent Blanket spell before we meet again." The Crone said "Be gone now child, go frolic like a fawn."

The old witch moves far quicker than what you’d expect someone of her age to move. She was gone in a matter of moments. Taking a portal with her own stones.

Arya scoffed annoyed with her cryptic Crone, leave it up to a witch to tell you a half truth. Arya sighed, checking her pockets she realized she didn’t bring any for the return journey back to civilization. She’d take a taxi back once she reached the city limits.

The city was beautiful at night. And the walk back was soothing. She was about to turn her friend’s world upside down so this was a necessity for her.

She was also pretty excited to be alive in the time a real Goddess would enter the world. She’d be a part of history.

She wondered what a goddess would like. The Daughter of Artemis the Goddess of the Moon and of the Hunt.

Her peaceful walk didn’t last long, the words The Crone said still rung in her ears, replaying over and over again.

If goddess is being born a dark evil is rising. Something horrible enough for a goddess to rip a piece of her soul from her and send it to earth. A world ending malevolent force was coming for them all.

Violet’s daughter would be their savior.

Finally making it to the city she walked until she found a cab at a hotel that had just dropped someone off. Checking the moons position in the sky, it told the time was two hours before dawn, she’d be late if she took any longer.

When she got in the taxi at first Arya was clueless of the man in the front seat, blood stained his shirt.

"Where to miss?’ The man asked.

"The Drakarys Castle." Arya answered.

The man said nothing as they started their drive.

Everything seemed fine until he took a turn away from the castle and then the sound of the car doors locking put Arya immediately on alert. Her senses now on high alert.

"This isn’t the way to the palace sir." Arya said deliberately cold. She didn’t want the man to see or sense any fear from her.

"I know." He said.

Arya frowned; she didn’t want to hurt a human. "You should pull over before things go south, I’m not someone you want to fuck with."

"Why would a human like you want to go to a place full of vampires?" The man asked her.

"That’s no business of yours." Arya growled.

"Oh, it is, if you want to leave this car unharmed." The man snickered. He thought he had the upper hand but what he didn’t realize was she wasn’t just a human. She was a witch.

Taking the time to examine her kidnapper and she recognized his foul smell.

Rogue. The scent was faint, he was doing what he could to hide his scent. But with her heightened senses and focus she was able to pick it up, only barely. The scent cover is why she didn’t notice his smell when she got in the cab.

"This is your last chance to pull over and let me out." Arya warned.

"You don’t scare me child." The man shot back erupting in a fit of laughter.

Arya’s brows furrowed and bit hard, tightening her jaw and pursing her lips.

The man’s laughter stopped abruptly when he felt the air shift in the car. His hair stood up on his arms and head. His heart practically stopped when he looked in his rearview mirror.

"What the fu..."